Sweet peach, nectar floods  

Rough hands, soft to touch

Soil me now, budding flower

Delve deep, deeper still

Push down, push harder

One trail, across my chin

A fountain lavish, from within

Mouths to open, holes to fill

Loud sky, thick air  

Dip slow, stir faster

Eat life, live sin

Roll over, big spill

Small circles, shallow thrusts

Must reach, will touch

Peak glory, abashed abyss

Pulling current, waves of bliss

Petite mort, my lively spectre

Gruff demands, light heart

Swallow whole, drink all

Quiet haze, the velvet dark